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Lisa-Marie Ferla

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Lis Ferla is a hyperbolic, Springsteen-loving feminist buzzkill, who has been blogging for longer than you. She’s the new music columnist for The Scots Magazine; regularly has opinions about Taylor Swift for money for print, TV and radio; and has recently expanded her informal role as the internet’s big sister into a culture and advice podcast, From Your Big Sister. Find her online at lastyearsgirl.pixlet.net (@lastyearsgirl_)

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